Finally, proof of another dimension to this universe: The Rudy Ray Moore Continuum, where you require a black belt in karate to be a prostitutes in L.A., street jive is preferred over a drivers license for I.D. and hamburger pimps are roving our streets to get their next meals (without fries, though) The HUMAN TORNADOE is equally great as well.

Nearly 20 years ago, my college friends and I thought we were "retro" by screening various blaxploitation films just for the fun of it. At the time, some of the films were only 10-15 years old and many of our parents were young enough to have seen them in the cinema when they were released. Out of them all, "Dolemite" hit us like a ton of really funny bricks. Yes, the visible boom mics and wires and the cheesy Kung Fu and the wild conventions (Queen Bee's Kung Fu hookers) were funny in and of themselves. But for the fellas -- we just kept looking at ol' Rudy and saying "This? This guy is the Super Mack? This scraggly, fat, bloodshot-eyed buffoon?" And we loved him. And yes, in our late 30's, we still regularly quote lines from the film. The movie is funniest if you have been drinking and take turns with the remote, permitting drunken one-liners from the audience at every possible interval. Remember: back then people were tired of "being hassled by The Man." Dolemite just decided to do something about it. If you don't take yourself too seriously, Dolemite is worth an annual viewing.

This is a great way to weed out your un-hip friends, just pop in Dolemite(or The Human Tornado) and if they are with it, keep 'em. If they don't get it, are offended, or try to play "Mystery Science Theater" throughout the movie, send 'em packing. F--k what Hollywood or the mainstream critics says is a classic. Dolemite is, warts and all, a movie that does what movies are supposed to do: entertain our asses. Long live Rudy Ray Moore.